User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-4094509-20111018223246

Soarin flies for a bit, feeling the cool breeze hitting against her body. She looks down upon the lone weasel walking out of the remains of a ruined camp. She silently swoops down onto a nearby tree, watching the weasel apprehensively. She lets out a low sound to get his attention. OOC: Please tell me what's going on! I've lost track. :P